Each is the others obession.Sofia is a girl who fought in the 1st game. She was Phantom's love, but Sofia loved someone else. Alviss. She chased him and left Phantom. 6 years later Phantom wants her back at any cost. DISTURBING CONTENT! NOT 4 PPLZ UNDER16

Phantom
walked into his room. He felt dirty and disturbed but it had to be
done. I had to do it. Alviss gave me no choice. At least now I haven
given him a warning, Phantom thought. He took off his blood soaked
clothes. I must burn those. He threw his clothes to the floor with
disgust. He looked at his pants, and his stomach convulsed.
Peta…Rolan…Phantom
thought. Rolan…I wonder?. He looked at
his large king sized bed and found Rolan spread out across it.
Phantom sighed. 'Please just…god…why
my room?' Phantom murmured to himself. He
walked across from his dressing table and stared at Rolan. His ARMS
laid beside him. Phantom silently put them on. He walked around to
his side of the bed, for to night. Phantom thought heavily. I don't
want to wake Rolan but after what he has been through tonight I
REALLY don't want to share a bed with
him. Then again if Rolan wakes up and notices I am not there he will
most likely cry, then go looking for me…and
maybe scream…then wake up the other
chess… Phantom weighted his options
carefully and then he pulled back the blankets. He looked at Rolan
who was peacefully sleeping. He sighed and slipped into the soft,
puffy blankets.

Phantom
rolled over onto his side. He felt very uncomfortable. He closed his
eyes and wait for the darkness to drag him into slumber. He couldn't
sleep so he rolled over to face Rolan. There was plenty of room
between them but Phantom moved closer to Rolan. Phantom studied Rolan
carefully and realised that Rolan had stolen his purple pyjamas. They
were soft and smooth just like Rolan's skin. What
am I thinking?! Phantom thought
This is Rolan not some cute puppet. A soft, smooth, silky puppet. I
cannot hurt him. Phantom was being torn
apart. He didn't know why he was acting this way. It could have
been from what he had just done to Peta
or what Alviss just did to Rolan. It
didn't matter, Phantom was thinking inappropriate thoughts about
Rolan. This is unacceptable. This cannot
happen. Phantom rolled over and faced
his glass doors. A hand shook Phantoms shoulder. 'What Rolan?'
Phantom asked as he took the hand off his shoulder. Phantom looked
over his shoulder and saw Rolan close to tears. 'I had a bad dream'
Rolan's voice was cloggy. Phantom sighed. 'Its alright Rolan
dreams cannot hurt you' Physically
anyway.

'I
want a hug' Rolan clearly needed one. Phantom masked his anger.
GOD! You are 17 years old!! You can sleep by yourself. And when you
were THIS happens. Just SMASHING. 'No
Rolan' Phantom said stubbornly. 'You must learn to that you are
old enough to sleep by yourself and get over these ridiculous
nightmares' Rolan hugged Phantom around the waist anyway. Phantom
felt Rolan place his head on Phantom's shoulder. 'You won't die
will you?' Rolan asked. Phantom smiled.

'No I
cannot die Rolan, and soon enough you will be immortal too' he
said.

'What
makes you think I would die?' Phantom asked suspiciously. Rolan
looked into Phantom's purple eyes. 'I just…' he stalled. 'I
just had a bad dream…is all' Rolan hugged Phantom tighter.
Phantom shifted uncomfortably. Rolan was making it awfully hard for
Phantom to control himself. Phantom pulled away. 'Rolan don't hug
me. You are too old to be like this' Rolan backed away. Phantom was
falling into the blackness of a deep sleep when he heard Rolan
sobbing.

Phantom
needed to get away. He slid out of his bed and seemed to float to his
balcony. He stared into the beautiful, full moon. It gave off a
glimmering, glow and gave his surroundings an eerie yet hauntingly
beautiful colour. He looked around, a frosty breezy swept over his
cold, pale face. Rolan stood up and walked outside. The hairs on the
back of Rolan's neck stood up from the frosty wind that blew around
them. 'Are you okay?' Rolan asked his voice shaking with fear and
regret. Phantom forced a smile. 'I'm fine Rolan' he lied. 'I
am just feeling quite stressed. Can you do me favour?' Rolan nodded
eagerly. 'Good. Go find Peta and tell him that I want a Chess Piece
meeting first thing in the morning. We shall hold the meeting over
breakfast. Prepare the hall' Phantom's voice was full of forced
happiness not that Rolan noticed. Rolan hugged Phantom comfortingly
and Phantom patted his head. 'Hurry up now, Rolan. Peta must get
ready' Rolan nodded and ran happily out of the room. Phantom
watched him ran, his long silky hair whipped behind him. When Rolan
had shut the door Phantom leaned over the balcony railing. A few
tears leaked out of Phantom's eyes. 'I cannot cry' he murmured
to himself. 'I am first knight Phantom! Knights do not cry…expect
for Rolan. That is it.' Phantom lifted his heavy head and stared
into the moon. It hypnotized him. His tear flowed out of his eyes and
dripped off his face, onto the plants growing on the brailing.
Phantom looked at the tears, they glistened like diamonds under the
bright moon. Phantom didn't bother stopping the tears, they covered
his cheeks. It reminded him of when him and Sofia were up here….

Her
long brown hair hung over the balcony. It was a few months after
Sofia had joined the Chess Pieces. They had just battled The Cross
Guards, although Phantom hadn't died yet. He was in his bedroom, he
was wounded and dying. Sofia realised, at this very spot, she loved
Alviss. She spent many nights here, in isolation. She couldn't face
anyone anymore. Sofia felt as though just by talking she might say
something about Alviss. She didn't want to continuously lie to
Phantom. One day Phantom caught Sofia crying like there was no
tomorrow.

Ironically
it would be tomorrow that would totally destroy him.

Phantom
sat on the floor with Sofia. Phantom and Sofia talked for what seemed
like hours. Sofia lead Phantom into his bedroom. The night looked
stunning with a bright moon. It shone over them. The world seemed so
beautiful for a single moment. Sofia came on to Phantom. He thought
it was love, the world was theirs it seemed. The night was long and
hot. Passion filled the air along with moans and groans. Sofia was as
magical as the amazing night.

Phantom
woke up the next morning and found her…gone. She wasn't there,
she had woken up without him. Phantom, aroused, walked around the
castle to find her. But she was no where to be found. Phantom asked
Peta where she might be. He answered 'I saw her leaving the castle
with a backpack. Alviss was walking in the same direction towards
Sofia from the left. I assumed they were going for a picnic or
something. That was when Phantom truly died. He looked out the window
and saw Sofia walking away with Alviss, they were so happy, they were
in love. Phantom was worse than destroyed, he sore revenge. Phantom
died later that day. He did of the sorrow that agonised his heart.
The anger and hatred filled him up he couldn't take it. He took his
life saying only one thing 'Wake when she comes home' Phantom
slit his throat and Peta laid him to rest. Phantom's last thought
was I hope she will be waiting for me
when I awake, like I am waiting for her.

Phantom
drifted out of his daydream. 'I can remember the smell of her
sweet, fruity hair. Those lips…' Phantom said softly through a
stream of tears. 'I just want those lips to met mine again'

Phantom
turned around and faced his bedroom. He slumped to the floor, his
back pressed lightly against the cold, damp stone. Phantom raised his
arm into the air and studied the jingling jewellery. His jewellery
shone dimly against the dark sky. Alviss's Air-ums stood out the
most. Peta's jewellery struck him with regret and Rolan's wings
reminded of pure innocence. It taunted him on how he took the air-um
just like he took Rolan's innocence. Phantom wanted to die but
couldn't so he did the next best thing. 'Sickle Death' he
moaned. A large scythe appeared in his hand, it was covered with
oozing blood. The deep red blood shone stunningly, making Phantom
smile. He brought the scythe over his shoulder and then swung in
forward into himself. He cold scythe turned warm and more blood
dripped from it. The scythe lodged into his heart. 'If I cannot
have her, I'll wait for another 6 years!' he shouted, slowly
edging the scythe out of him. He laughed as tears of anguish streamed
his face. Phantom began to cough up blood. It trickled over his pale
blue lips and merged with the tears. He wiped away the blood and
tears. "Again!" he cut through his lungs, immediately filling
with blood. He kneeled over and blood can gushing out of him. Blood
rushed out of his mouth, Phantom was loving this cruel pain. He loved
the feeling of cold metal slicing open his freezing, dead, flesh. The
warm blood oozing from him. He forced back screams, someone might
find him. He raised the scythe to eye level then slit his neck. He
couldn't take it. He screamed in agonizing pain, his flesh was
burning as thought acid had been poured on him. He screamed and
laughed hysterically. Footsteps ran towards Phantom's room.